When We Read, We Fancy

If I Wanted To Punish An Enemy, It Should Be By Fastening On Him The Trouble Of Constantly Hating Somebody.

No Man Ever Repented Of Being A Christian On His Death Bed.

O Jealousy, Thou Ugliest Fiend Of Hell! Thy Deadly Venom Preys On My Vitals, Turns The Healthful Hue Of My Flesh Check To Haggard Sallowness, And Drinks My Spirit Up!

The Secret Heart Is Fair Devotion's Temple; There The Saint, Even On That Living Altar, Lights The Flame Of Purest Sacrifice, Which Burns Unseen, Not Unaccepted.

The Abuse Of Terms Has At All Times Been An Evil.